I don’t like smiling faces What I mean is I don’t like faces that smile all the time. They put the obvious under a veil shielding away the demands of their body; they turn a close eye to the fact of the time. The stretch of their muscles give away a suppressed sigh, … More I don’t like Smiling Faces
It all began on a journey away from home, in a longing for a place I would want to call home. I was in the company of my friends and acquaintances yet I was alone, alone- not in the sense that we all secretly want to be, but in a way that makes you want … More Home
And, they tell you that she was in pain, that it’s better this way, now that she is dead. And, they tell you- you can now talk about her, that there can be a place for her inside the house, now that she needs no more. And, they tell you- you can raise her on … More They; The People.
It’s the sound of the long creak after the pause. The door is rust, perhaps, or the oiling needs to be re-done. Faint hustles make way as the door creaks wide open and lets the reader witness the havoc inside. Words were flying hither tither. A few stale sentences lie on the couch with huge … More The Writer is Smiling!
If I should fade away, will you speak of my existence? If I should disappear, will you tell them I was here? If I don’t come again, will you miss my presence? If I don’t shed a tear, will you know I still can’t bear? If I won’t write to you, will you … More Oblivion
Today, it burned again, within. Or was it a choke? Maybe. Today, it hurts again, believing. The winds last night told a different tale They whispered you had changed. Believe me, I had a hard time believing. The stars stood witness to the fable. They saw words blowing up in the air, … More When Words burst
And we have lost the spark. Can you feel it too? No two smiles flutter together. Have you seen it too? We stand here, beside, yet apart A blanket of void divides us. No word finds meaning On the opposite parts. Incoherence strikes us hard. Forced conversations have conquered sweet nothings, A hysteric laughter hide … More The Dead End
I would spend the night with you, In you I’ll find my calm, But In the morning I’ll have to go And leave you in a qualm. I would write for you in the gap of my thighs About the calm of the night, About the storms of mind, About the sham of the … More Virile Valediction